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Sweets didn't leave much behind. She merely disappeared her tent completely. What was left was the few things that Alegria hadn't moved into Brumm's home. Neatly stacked before their home the morning after.

Not even a song was left behind. The Bard's voice had long disappeared.

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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Sweets heart sank even further in her chest. It reflected so clearly in her eyes.

"Then I must go... Please keep my little girl happy... That's all I ask..." Sweets gently bowed, "...than you..."

She turned and walked out of the tent.

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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"I do not wish to lose my memories." She whispered, "My memories are all that's left of Kos, Wasp and Oni. I don't want to lose my memories of Alegria. Of Quirrel. The Troupe... I just want someone to love me as hard and deeply as I do all of you... I'm tired, Brumm... Empathy is a heavy thing to burden. I thought I had some relief with Grimm..."

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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"...I love him, Brumm..." Sweets voice was weak and pleading, "...so much more then he knows and is willing to know. I had told him I could go through the cycles. That I can stay and over him. But he wants me to move on. I can't stay if he won't love me in turn..."

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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She sighed softly once again, "No. It's not. The Nightmare King has banished me... I wish for you to take full custody of Alegria. She's happiest with you and your family and I don't want to seperate her from all of you. I know that it is much to ask..."

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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Sweets did so. Though, just one look over, she could tell something was wrong. She gently let out a sigh and whispered, "Oh, Brumm... He's hurting you because of me..."

"Brumm..." Sweets gently called from outside his tent, "May I speak to you?"

"Come in, speak freely." Brumm had managed to get the heart's temper in check for now, but he would dread this. As always, it would be impossible to read that unless you were Grimm or Zote.

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The moth let out a light giggle as she slipped out to let Ryka rest.

A few days have passed since the Chef Kin had been assaulted by the grey bug. She hasn’t left her tent at all, refusing to return to the kitchen in the Brimstone Eatery tent. Her assistant Kin drop by every once in a while to bring her food and to check on her, but no matter how much they try to cheer her up, nothing seems to be working.

And without the Chef Kin’s guidance, the food being served in the Brimstone Eatery started to taste different. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good, the food just tasted kinda bland. The assistant Kin are doing their best, but it’s just not the same without the Chef Kin.

Can anyone help the Chef Kin feel better?

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Sweets was always cold... Grimm was the only thing that kept her warm anymore. So, she assumed that the deed was done.

With a cough, Sweets pull herself out of bed. Slowly, she started going through her things. She didn't need much anymore...

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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Sweets body was trembling. She didn't surround herself with the dead. The dead found her.

Alegria was right.

She was a grim reaper. Not a god.

"...fine..." She whispered, "...it's done..."

The moth awoke in a choked sweat. Sweets floundered in her sheets as she struggled to make any kind of noice.

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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"Why would I return if I am not wanted?" Sweets said, "Alegria has grown. You can fed off of my nightmares. Because that has what my entire life has been. One unending nightmare. Plague. Death. Loneliness. Forgotten in the minds of all. I hope that you find my misery filling..."

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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Sweets flared her wings. Shimmering in pearly pinks and whites. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bit back, "I am, you fool! All I ever wanted was to have a place at my love ones side! And to be loved in returned! I did not choose to become this! I was bestowed upon me! I have told you over and over that I could wait, but you where the one that could not wait for me! You died!"

Sweets was sobbing, but she kept her firey gaze on the heart.

"You are a fool of a King..." She hissed quietly, "All I ever did was try to understand and love you... What do you want of me...? If you cannot love me, then I must go..."

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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"...No..." She whispered, "...it is, Grimm... I became a god because of you. For you. Alegria looks at me like a stranger. Quirrel doesn't even look anymore. My voice is gone. My place in the Troupe is a waste of resources. My place was with you. And you do not want me."

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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Sweets knew deep, deep down that this all was too good. That her luck would run out eventually and she would find herself alone. With an cold, empty feeling in her chest.

"...I thought as much..." Sweets voice was barely above a whisper.

Though there was tears in her eyes, she took it with as much grace as she could muster. The moth bow at her waist, "Then I will reframe, my lord. I will not intrude in your Nightmares unless called for. I will take my leave."

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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"Sleep well, Ryka." Sweets gave her friend a gentle nuzzle, "We can speak more later. I'm not going anywhere."

A few days have passed since the Chef Kin had been assaulted by the grey bug. She hasn’t left her tent at all, refusing to return to the kitchen in the Brimstone Eatery tent. Her assistant Kin drop by every once in a while to bring her food and to check on her, but no matter how much they try to cheer her up, nothing seems to be working.

And without the Chef Kin’s guidance, the food being served in the Brimstone Eatery started to taste different. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good, the food just tasted kinda bland. The assistant Kin are doing their best, but it’s just not the same without the Chef Kin.

Can anyone help the Chef Kin feel better?

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Sweets lowered her antenna. Her eyes wavered for a moment as she chewed nervously on her lip. The poor moth's heart couldn't take more bad news. That brief sense of joy was sniffed out like a candle.

Sweets gently pulled away from the Nightmare King's hold.

"...Grimm, please. Just say whatever is on your mind and be done with it. I just wished for you to know such things..."

It took Sweets several days to collect enough Flame and energy to return to the Nightmare Heart. She bowed before her master, crimson blazing torch in hand.

"I have brought you Flame, my love..." She said gently.

"The white flame feeds me far longer. Consume it for yourself." The nightmare king says from within the heart.

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Sweets chuckled, soft and sweet. She returned the nuzzle and said, "I am happy to help..."

Gently, she picked her up and settled her back in her bed. She tucked Ryka in and added, "Get some rest. You need to recover from all that. I will send Alegria with something for you to eat later."

A few days have passed since the Chef Kin had been assaulted by the grey bug. She hasn’t left her tent at all, refusing to return to the kitchen in the Brimstone Eatery tent. Her assistant Kin drop by every once in a while to bring her food and to check on her, but no matter how much they try to cheer her up, nothing seems to be working.

And without the Chef Kin’s guidance, the food being served in the Brimstone Eatery started to taste different. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good, the food just tasted kinda bland. The assistant Kin are doing their best, but it’s just not the same without the Chef Kin.

Can anyone help the Chef Kin feel better?

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Sweets smiled softly. She gave a slight nod and whispered, "It's real and it suits you. Welcome home, Ryka..."

A few days have passed since the Chef Kin had been assaulted by the grey bug. She hasn’t left her tent at all, refusing to return to the kitchen in the Brimstone Eatery tent. Her assistant Kin drop by every once in a while to bring her food and to check on her, but no matter how much they try to cheer her up, nothing seems to be working.

And without the Chef Kin’s guidance, the food being served in the Brimstone Eatery started to taste different. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good, the food just tasted kinda bland. The assistant Kin are doing their best, but it’s just not the same without the Chef Kin.

Can anyone help the Chef Kin feel better?